Lloyd Banks - The Get Back (Southside In The House) lyrics

rate me

It's that Coke nigga...

That raw and uncut cut nigga...

Yeah...

It's a Two G Thing...

Southside in the houseee...

Grimey nigga on deck, more sex, more money, more sket

We on it nigga, what I'm gon' buy next, more lane cars

White diamonds on my neck, take it you want it nigga...

Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya

You won't live to play another nigga

Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop

Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped

Yeah, we throwin' money in the air

For niggaz that ain't here, more power more fear

Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere

No pressure, no worries, no cares...

Pink champagne and blood spill as I count my next mill

Frauds ballin' out with counterfeits I counter that with real

D-O-Double L-A-R, S Class chrome wheel

Why you liffin' up your heel, fancy tire, smoke peel

Half of what you hear is real the other half just how they feel

How the fuck a nigga know the street and hardly play the field

They sorry baby I don't need a army just the steel

Teal Lambo peel, sweep your barbie off her tail

I'm shinin' in near a town near you, y'nah how I do

In a Fourteen hundred dollar shoe, powder blue

I am great, how are you

G Unit Guerilla flow straight outta the zoo ain't no way outta the crew

It's darker on the other side and death around the corner

Ain't a single soul exempt, keep my vest on with my sonar

Louie V bajama, burn all kinds of marijuana

Life's a big bitch your honor can I deal with my own karma

Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya

You won't live to play another nigga

Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop

Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped

Yeah, we throwin' money in the air

For them niggaz that ain't here, more power more fear

Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere

No pressure, no worries, no cares...

Life is what you make it, make your money quiet, I don't diet

I just eat, get head and fall asleep

Different path same street

Pillows and buried niggaz, niggaz pop kiss then speak, bitches line 'em up sweet

Chickens call me cool, my niggaz call me collect

I call it how I see it The Notorious Threat

Nigga I'm lappin', niggaz joggin', while you bloggin'

Two million dollar home and you been late on your apartment, your rent I'm sparkin'

Moe' pissin', dirty nigga, call me "Mr. Make The Numbers Match"

Ain't nothin' wrong with my arithma

Tick my shit don't tock them temper tantrums get you trampled

They won't do me in the barbershop, my barber got the blam too

Sticky weed and grand crew, tipsy in the tan coupe

You can't wear that man shoe let's put 'em back on canned food

Nuttin' I can't do, ain't much I haven't seen

Who want his land blew, the fuck is you nigga

Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya

You won't live to play another nigga

Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop

Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped

Yeah, we throwin' money in the air

For them niggaz that ain't here, more power more fear

Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere

No pressure, no worries, no cares...

I have dreams about the money

You haters can't do me nothin'...

I got so much money

I'll erase ya'll for frontin'...

I have dreams about the money

Niggaz can't do me nothin'...

I got a whole bunch of money...

I'll erase ya'll for frontin'...